Kneecap announce huge Glasgow Hydro gig despite TRNSMT axe
Kneecap have announced a headline UK arena tour for this winter after they were removed from the TRSNMT line up over safety concerns by Police Scotland.
The rap trio, made up of Mo Chara, Móglaí Bap, and DJ Próvaí - will be playing 11 dates across Scotland, England and Wales, as well as a date at the OVO Hydro on Sunday November 30.
They will be playing one night at Glasgow's OVO Hydro on November 30, 2025.
Taking to Instagram to announce the tour, the post read: "Here we go. We're back in November across Scotland, England and Wales to play our biggest run of shows ever."
"The Prime Minster himself cant stop us...he could stop sending bombs to Israel but that's another story..."
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